My Heart, A Compass
My heart, a compass, lost in the swift passage of time.
Each person carries a metaphor, unique and original.
Yet, for the wise, all metaphors converge into one.
Nothing new under the Sun, every metaphor has been used, every word has been said.
The compass of my heart yearns for a magnet,
A guide to navigate the vast expanse of this world.
The magnet, stolen, leaves the compass adrift.
Will the thief be emboldened, or will the piece be replaced?
The choice lies with them, the outcome uncertain.
Their heart has grown cold, their actions bold.
They flaunt their conquest, yet my wish remains -
For the return of the stolen magnet, or the discovery of a new one.
My heart, the compass, needs but one magnet to find its way.
Without it, the compass spins aimlessly, its owner lost and dismayed.
Should the magnet be replaced, the thief will fade into oblivion.
My heart, the compass, awaits a new magnet, a new belonging.
